In the quiet whispers of the night,
Where shadows dance with fleeting light,
Lies the realm where souls do tread,
Beyond the confines of the mortal bed.

The stars above, they softly gleam,
Speaking of dreams, of life’s grand scheme,
We walk this path, our time so brief,
Embracing joy, enduring grief.

Through every heartbeat, every sigh,
We ask the questions, wonder why,
The end will come, as sure as dawn,
And we’ll transcend, forever gone.

But in that final, silent breath,
We find the truth beyond our death,
Mortality, a cloak we shed,
To join the stars, where life has led.